#AmericanWriters #Suicide
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
